It’s not in the whistle of a tea kettle or in seeing another face at sunrise

Or bare knees touching yours under an old wooden table—

It’s comfort food.


I ordered an autobiography with a side of hash.

And she explained to me how you lose a day when you sail around the world

but gain something else.

“My father gave me those years as a gift.”

She misses Yemen the most

and the salt(water.)


I am somewhat novel at cooking.